Lucia - Sex Stories

Lucia

lucia "Good to see you again Miss Lucia." Said the chauffeur with a smile. "Hopefully we can make tonight as good an experience for you as last time." "It would be tough to top last time," I responded, "But its nice of you to try." I said with a wink. The chauffeur held the limo door open for me as a climbed in, an operation made more difficult by the six-inch stiletto heels I wore to compliment my tiny black cocktail dress. I was still not quite used to the heels, and considered myself lucky that I would not have to walk around this evening. There was not much less sexy than a woman toppling over in her high heels I thought to myself with a wry smile; I was determined to be as sexy as possible for tonight's rendezvous. I was actually more nervous for this meeting that had been for my first Fucked Tonight experience several months earlier. There was a major difference in this particular meeting that was the cause of my nerves. Rather than being set up with a man who met my preferences, I had been hand picked for a very prominent client of the Fucked Tonight company. This client was so important that I had actually been flown back down to Las Vegas at his expense. With the knowledge that men rich enough to do something like that expect to get what they pay for, I had gone all out in preparation for the evening. My day had started early at 6:00 am, when I was awakened by the hotel staff for my wake up call. The morning went by as whirlwind, as I took advantage of the ...

... complimentary spa treatments offered by the hotel to clients who, like me, stayed in their luxury suites. The bookings had been made for me by the company, and I was very impressed that they had rolled out the red carpet for me. I certainly felt like a star as I enjoyed a nice hot stone massage, a manicure, a pedicure, and an exfoliating facial. After a quick lunch in the hotel restaurant, I headed out to a nearby salon, where I got my hair cut into a stylish new slightly-shortened do, and had my legs and bikini line waxed, leaving me with a small closely-trimmed triangle just above my pussy. After all my pampering, I went out shopping, and picked out the brand new cocktail dress and shoes for the evening. I purposely bought the items that were out of my normal price range, figuring that with all the free aspects of this trip, I was more than getting my money's worth by spending some on clothes. The dress I chose was just a little too small, and clung to my ample frame tightly across the chest, through the hips, and around my bum and thighs. When I walked it had a tenancy to ride up a little, making the already short skirt nearly a mini, and bringing the slits cut into the dress along the outside of my thighs up obscenely high on my legs. I was certain that when I sat in the limo, half my bare butt would be pressed against the leather seats. The dress was, in short: expensive, sexy, slutty, and a little bit trashy. Not a bad representation of me, I thought to myself. After shopping, I ...